My mother came from a large family. My bushia had 13 children, 10 lived long enough to have their own families. It was awesome being a part of something so large and loving! Every summer we would gather together at a local park and have a family picnic. You couldn't really call it a reunion, because we saw each other frequently, but this was always one of my favorite days during the year.
I think the best part of the day was when my Uncle Frank would take many of us on a short walk down to the river. He would always let us sit on the bridge, something our mothers would NEVER have allowed! Looking back, perhaps Uncle Frank wasn't behaving in the most responsible manner, but... none of us ever fell in... so, all in all, just a great memory.
Once, he brought along a bucket of sliced watermelon pieces and taught us how to spit the seeds to get awesome distance! So, there we sat on the bridge, munching melon and spitting seeds into the river. Not meaning to brag, but I was (and still am) an awesome watermelon...Read more